I finally found the "office." The lady there stamped the poster. We chatted briefly. She sure looked familiar. Finally, I had to know. "Are you Barbara?" I blurted out. She gave me a somewhat quizzical look, but replied, yes, she was. Well, Alpine isn't a big town, after all. So I told her who I was. Then we sort of recognized one another. She is a tenant in one of our rent houses across from our house. Has been for years. I explained that I had prosopagnosia, stumbling a bit over the pronunciation. You know, that's the inability to recognize faces. Then I asked her if she had it, too. Oops! "Apparently," she replied.
Always looking for an excuse to go to Gage Gardens in Marathon, I decided to put a poster in the Gage Hotel. Afterwards, like a child at Disneyland, I darted around the gardens snapping photos. Still no one there to help me up on the cow for a photo (see July 11 post). Maybe next time.
I'm so jealous of their Mexican Elder trees. Mine never get fruit on them. In fact, mine look half-dead all the time.
|One of our Mexican Elder trees in Alpine today|
|Gage Gardens Mexican Elder tree today|
When I got home I downloaded my photos. There were some really worn butterflies in the bunch. One that I figured Brian would just say was a worn Common Buckeye turned out to be a Tropical Buckeye, a lifer for me.
And this gorgeous, but worn, Giant Swallowtail has something streaming from its tail. It showed up in most of the photos I took of it. No idea what.
UPDATE: Brian said the tail streamer is cobweb. Makes sense to me.